I think my brain has been infested by slug. Or it could be the 3 hours spent at Playland with Miss M’s friends after Nursery or the hour and a half at MacDonalds with Miss E’s friends after school because they broke up for the summer today…but it’s probably the slug.
Maybe I have caught some strange and terrible disease from it where my feet will turn inside out and I will only be able to write on a Tuesday after conversing with goldfish about sporrans.
Or
maybe it was the Port Mr B brought home last night that we drank fairly quickly and that I had thought I had managed to escape unharmed from…
It’s a long time since I have been giggly drunk but I was giggly drunk last night. I was at the PC and suddenly the page before me blurred and I knew I could no longer read as my mind was slurred. I know it’s normally speech that gets slurred, but I swear my whole brain was slurred, it was very weird.
It was fun though as it was the kind of drunk where you call each other by your full names in mock posh accents and say things like:
Me: “Do you love me?”
Mr B: “Yes oh drunken one.”
Me: “How much.”
Mr B: “Twenty-five.”
Me: “That’s good. And would you love me if I was a rabbit?”
Mr B: “Yes, though maybe not in quite the same way.”
Me: “And if I was a vampire rabbit?”
Mr B: “No dear. I could not love a vampire rabbit. It would be wrong.”
Me: “I’m not a vampire rabbit.”
Mr B: “Good.”
Me: “I’m a vampire goat.”
Mr B: “I knew it.”
Sighhhhh.
Silly is good.
![[MFM's mummy bloggers you really should read]](http://www.madeformums.com/news/images/mummybloggerlogo.jpg)
July 18th, 2008 at 3:45 pm
We’ve shared houses with slugs and I must agree they are the most hideous things. The way they leave slime. And they have no point. And how do they get in? Ugh. Salt is the answer, lots of salt round the edges of the house.
July 18th, 2008 at 4:07 pm
awww. Even vampire bunnies named Derek need someone to love them…
the giggly fun drunk sounds like heaven, right now.
July 18th, 2008 at 6:00 pm
Now see, if you lived HERE, I gather your normal “accent” would sound pretty posh. So yeah, move here and you can be posh all the time. And we could go out for drinks.
July 18th, 2008 at 6:04 pm
right! so! lesson learned! stay away from port. check.
hermit crabs is not the only thing he’s scaring….
i’m coming back when my brain isn’t about to flatline.
i’d ‘mwah’ you, but now i’m not so sure, with the whole vampire goat thing…
oh what the heck…’mwah’!
July 18th, 2008 at 6:18 pm
Jo Dear, I’m afraid that the combo of port/slug has sent yo right over the edge…though I do like you sillier…yes, I said sillier…and I love Derek…vampire rabbit tho he may be! You did know that slugs love beer, right? I’ll bet they lose their minds over port!
Sandi
July 18th, 2008 at 7:51 pm
Ah Jo, your sense of the silly and absurd is one of my favourite parts of you!
July 18th, 2008 at 9:34 pm
Aha! It must be something about Thursday evenings. As it happens, I, too, was drinking quite a lot of wine last night. I wasn’t giggling, but I did attain that comfortably numb sensation. We had a good time, but alas, no mention of vampire bunnies. Must be a British critter.
July 19th, 2008 at 12:34 am
Mr B is right. Loving a vampire rabbit is so wrong. But I’m a bit worried about the vampire goat thing …
July 19th, 2008 at 10:44 pm
Sugar’s hermit crabs are shaking in their….ummmmm shells right now.